[ He hadn’t been thinking of anything until she’d spoken those words into existence. Had been consumed with the need to taste her, to pleasure her, losing himself in the heat of it.
It had temporarily sated his hunger. Until it didn’t. Until she brought up the idea of his cock inside of her and his length hardened all the more at the prospect of that. Wanting to fee her tight and wet around his length as he thrust into her, or as she rode him, trapped as he was. He moans against slick skin, the sound vibrating against her as his tongue flicked roughly against her clit before pressing inside. ]
[ She smiles as she says it, cheery and relaxed, sighing into the heat at her opening. Yes, better they did this first. A hand drifts to his hair, forgetting to be rough and just combing through it, nails grazing his scalp. ]
Let's see what you can do with your mouth. If you satisfy me, I'll reward you by letting you put that cock in me. It must be aching for me by now.
[ She gasps, fingers tightening in his hair. He really is good with his mouth, and climaxing once will relax her considerably. And he's near ready for the next step of her spell. ]
[ Another moan, the only confirmation he can give, but he obeys, relishing that touch in his hair, the grip of her fingers that tug just enough to send pleasure shivering through him. Her body rocks above his and he strains a little to reach her better, hips dragging her as close as possible.
He’d always been known as a skilled lover and this was no exception, especially with the attentiveness he adds to it, memorizing every sigh, every sound of pleasure or approval he wrung from her. Learning what she liked and where and then turning all his considerable skills towards bringing her as much pleasure as possible.
There was nothing he wanted more in the entire world right now than to satisfy her how she deserved. ]
[ She arches, gasping more deeply as his tongue explores her, warm and slick, quick to trace what she likes. And she does like this, the smaller but more deft protrusion into her, the heat and wet and pressure against her, the pull on her hips keeping her close.
She lets him work for it, careful not to give too much praise or sound, but her gasps get closer together, pelvis shifting to press as flush as possible to his mouth, the pulls in his hair coming more frequent.
Finally she gasps, her other hand going to dig into the fleshy slope of his shoulder. She was close, and she isn't shy now in riding his face, thrusting her hips with a good deal of her strength. Her cunt flutters and clenches, trying to take in as much of his tongue as she can, breasts aching to be given more attention. She just channels it into rocking harder against him, pressing his face back into the chair until she arches, gasping to breathless silence as her orgasm washes over her, pulling his hair taught and leaving her breathless and much more hungry for what's to come next.
She lets herself regain her composure before she slides back to straddling his chest, cradling his flushed face as she backs up enough for her ass to press against his cock. ]
So polite [ She says again, mischief in her eyes this time. ] You listen so well, and perform so beautifully. [ She grinds her ass back, teasing that hardness. ]
[ His eyes are dark and hazy and he makes a sound of protest when she pulls away from his lips, straining to chase her once again, even though she doesn’t go far this time. His lips and face are wet with her slick and that sweet scent is everywhere now, making it harder and harder to focus on anything beyond her, the feel of her above him, against him. It makes him burn for her, his body aching and cock feeling harder than it ever has before.
He licks his lips, tasting the last drops of her on his skin even as his eyes lock on her face again. Her breasts hovering over him as she presses against his cock. He can feel the wet spot in his pants where he’s already leaked through the fabric with his need, but it’s still a distant awareness. His own wants are still secondary to hers. ]
I want to feel you, my lady. Want to give you pleasure. In whatever way you’ll have me. Please.
[ Because any fantasy would be good right now. All of them. He can’t even focus enough to pick one, when all he wants is her, in every way imaginable. ]
[ She feels it too, the dampness against his pants, now joined by her wetness catching against the fabric. If he does decide to flee, it will be a reminder, a gentle whisper of what he's left.
All the sweeter because she feels the curse begin to stir. She sighs with pleasure and relief, stroking his hair as she looks down at him, aware his gaze keeps flicking to her bare breasts. ]
Me, then? However you can have me? However often I'll allow it? That would satisfy you?
[ She rocks back again as she says it, free hand guiding one of his to cup her breast, eyelids fluttering and moaning lightly for him as he does. She's much more sensitive now that she's come once, some hunger finally stirring. Or maybe it's just knowing that, after all these years, justice is so close. ]
[ Nothing even seems strange about those words, not with how badly he wants.
He’s already nodding even before she gets all the words out. Before she drags his hand to her breast, although he’s quick and eager to respond, touching and teasing and pleasuring her as she continues to rock above him. It’s mesmerizing, the throb of heat in his veins, the deafening pound of his pulse in his ears. It’s drowned everything else out.
He doesn’t even realize that there’s been magic priming him for just this all along. ]
[ She, on the other hand, feels the magic thick and taut in the air, like a storm before lightning strikes. She wishes Aerith were here; the other woman was so much better at this part. But it had to be Tifa. She wanted it to be her. ]
And no other? I would fulfill all of your desires?
[ She rocks harder, tracing a hand on his jaw, the other moving to encourage his hand on her breast. She has to lead him there, or the spell won't take as hard. One of the draw backs of being Lower Fae; but it could be off set by genuine desire, freely given. ]
[ He can’t think beyond this moment, this desire. The magic has blotted all of the rest of it out. His reason for coming here in the first place, what he’d sought so desperately that had brought him to the Fae lands in the first place. The responsibilities that still weighed so heavily on his shoulders, always lying in wait for him back home.
None of them seemed important any more. In fact, he’d forgotten all of them, so wrapped up in her spell, in her scent, in her heat, that she was the only thing looming before him.
And her words, they made that desire, that hunger real. How could he ever want anything else when she was right here, offering this to him? ]
Please. [ There’s desperation in his tone now, begging her. ] You’re all I want. All I desire is you.
[ He also has no idea how dangerous those words could be. ]
[ There it is. She gasps, the surge of magic prickling her groin and nipples, sealing her to the agreement as much as him. She arches, clit seeking pressure, body warm and wanting in the wake of such a strong binding spell.
It frightens her, a little, even if she is not controlled by it. But it is done. ]
You beg so beautifully [ she sighs, clutching his chin and surveying him, debating what to do with him. The first time, she thinks, should be something he aches for. ]
We will rise.
[ She sighs as she stands up, being sure to lift her skirt enough that he gets a good glimpse of her thighs and folds before she goes to kneel by his feet, undoing the cloth binds. She makes no move to touch his cock this time, rising to her feet and holding her hands out, not close enough for him to take, but in a beckoning gesture. ]
Now you may remove your trousers, and you may touch me as you please, but you may not enter me until I give permission.
[ Something washes over him, something hot and dizzying and leaves him breathless and moaning in its wake. He gasps for air, arching up against her as his skin tingles as if electrified. He doesn’t know what’s happening but he doesn’t possess the awareness to question it either.
But then she’s moving away and there’s a very real sound of ache and loss as his eyes snap open again, tracking her movement. She doesn’t go far but the loss of that contact is devastating in its own way all over again. He craves her now so deeply he doesn’t even have words for it, just this demanding need that throbs as the very core of his awareness.
She frees his ankles and gives him the order to rise and he does, scrambling upright again, although he sways a little in his impatience. Feeling all too hot and yet oddly disconnected from his own thoughts. Too caught up in heat and lust to care that much, however, he’s quick to obey the commands that follow, eager to strip away the last of the things keeping him from her as he strips out of his pants. Unlike his other clothing, he’s not paying enough attention to his belongings now to care how they end up, which is how they just end up pooled on the floor, discarded, as he steps towards her. ]
Yes, Mistress.
[ He’s not really aware of the change in that title, either, although it seems to flow as naturally from his lips as the other had. But he reaches for her, hands sliding over her soft skin, even as those questing fingers go first for her breasts, the most exposed part of her right now. He steps in close, touches more of a caress than a return to the rough pleasure they’d shared a moment before. ]
[ He's so impatient. Good. She watches him, allowing herself to take in his naked form. Scars, but thick muscles. Hair and freckles. Marking of the way his life was spent. Other than her scar, her skin is perfect, like all Fae. She always liked the way mortal things aged.
His change in title catches her attention. That wasn't her doing. Did the others slip that in there? Well, it wasn't a terrible idea.
He follows his orders eagerly. She sighs happily at the touch to her breasts, even as it occurs to her they also slipped in a little magic to help her enjoy this. Well, that was kind of them, even if she doesn't approve. Her breasts feel so sensitive, swollen and aching for attention, and his hands are large and tender.
She can feel his cock against her leg, and she reaches down between them, ghosting her finger slowly down his length before she pushes him between her legs, going on her toes so that his heat presses against the wet outer folds of her opening. ]
Convince me to invite you in, Servant.
[ She can smell herself on his face, this close, and it makes her cunt clench. The tightness of the corset bites into her, giving her just enough restraint to feel hot. Another suggestion from her friends. And here she thought it had just been to tease him. ]
[ His hands play with her breasts, teasing her nipples back to hardness again and he wanted to taste them once more, but that thought gets lost when her fingers tease down the underside of his cock. It jerks against her touch, aching for more, and when she slides it against her slick skin, his eyes go unfocused with a choked off groan of need, hips rocking instinctively to try and get closer. Not to push inside her - she’d forbidden him that and it didn’t even occur to him to disobey her - but to feel that wet heat slick against his oversensitive skin. ]
Please, Mistress, let me please you. Let me feel you around me. Let me make you feel good…
I lie with women who make me feel good with just their hands and mouth.
[ There’s almost a laugh to it. It’s not quite his fault he’s so eager. But her eyelids get heavy, her own heat aching with how close he is.
She wraps her arms back around his neck, sucking the skin of his neck into a hard kiss, letting her hips slowly rock her slickness down his length and back again. It was almost mean, teasing him when he was already so desperate, but she wasn’t there yet.
And, she reminded herself, he deserved some meanness. Even if she’d prefer it with him less out of his mind. ]
I like you rocking against me like that. You’re so cute wound up like this.
[ She strokes his hair again, her other hand circling back to dig into his ass. Hmm. To have him standing, sitting, or at the bed. ]
[ Her words get another groan from him but whether its in protest or in appreciation of that mental image is impossible to tell. Even for him.
Besides, the way she slides against his length is driving him mad and he slides a hand down under her thigh to hook her legs around his waist, opening her up for him as he rocks against her wet heat, chasing the maddening tease of friction.
It doesn’t come close to sating the ache he feels, the need, but its better than nothing. ]
[ She moans as he guides her leg up, the angle shifting so that she feels more of him against her. He's clearly so far gone that the isn't going to fight her constraints. And she knows better than he does that he could stay here all night pleading with her. ]
Carry me to the counter, Servant, then remove my skirt, and if you are very good, I will let you enter me.
[ She kisses the underside of his jaw, licking down his neck, nails dragging lightly down his back. He's so wound up now, she's surprised he isn't whining in frustration or overstimulation. ]
[ The thought of fighting her at all, or anything she offers, is a completely foreign concept to him at the moment. It doesn’t exist. He is hers, to do as she bids, without question. And there’s nothing in him that is even balking at that idea right now. He craves it, in fact, the magic twining tighter and tighter about him with every pulse of his heart. The snare sprung without him even realizing he’d stepped fully into the trap.
Her lips on his skin, the crape of her nails against his flesh have him giving a strained cry, low and breathless as his head falls back, exposing his throat to her as he gasps raggedly for air. It’s hard to focus, his body feels so hot, his cock aching for more, even as the rest of him is caught by the limitations she’d set for him. It’s a strange contradiction, how badly he needs her, and how badly he needs to obey her, serve her every whim.
But he lifts her fully in his arms at her command, carrying her to the counter as she’d bid. Hands are careful in stripping her skirt away with a reverence he hadn’t even paid his own belongings. It leaves her bared to him now, with only the corset remaining and his dark gaze drinks in the sight of her with a dark hunger that can’t seem to decide what he’d like to focus on first, when it comes to her luscious curves and beauty. he wants all of it. Wants to feel it, taste it, lose himself in it. ]
Please, Mistress…
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[ Her lower body now freed, she spreads her thighs wide, cunt wet and aching. She strokes his face, her own head back and her eyes closed. ]
You are a good servant. Very obedient.
[ Would that last? Who knew. She was in no rush. ]
Since you've been so good, you may take me however you like. Show me how good you can make me feel, little human [ She tangles her fingers in his hair once again, urging him toward her, his cock already brushing against her thigh. ] But you may not come until I tell you to.
[ She pulls his face down to her, moaning as she smells herself on his lips. Aerith absolutely put something in that spell to get her hot like this. She would have refused if she'd been asked, but it was the right call. Tifa would have to thank her later. ]
[ It wasn’t the sort of praise he was used to, but it had come from her so there’s a faint rush of warmth in response anyway.
Mostly he was too distracted by the sight of her spreading her legs for him, his mouth going dry. If she hadn’t tugged him in by her grip in his hair, he might have forgotten himself and dropped to his knees to devour her again.
But the feeling of his cock sliding against the heated flesh of her inner thigh has his gaze going dark and hungry as a moan falls from his lips. His hands drop to grasp her hips, tugging her to the very edge of the counter, even as he steps in to get a better angle between her legs. One hand drops to his cock, guiding him to her as he slides the tip of it against her wet folds. Coating his skin in her slick and tormenting the both of them with the anticipation of drawing it out.
She pulls his face down and he goes, stepping in closer at the same time. His lips capture hers the moment he pushes inside of her, sinking into her slick, wet heat with a breathless moan. Hips buck, pressing deeper as he fills her, taking his time as he stretches her around his length in shallow thrusts that move further with every rock of his hips. His mouth is hot and hungry on hers, the taste of her still thick on his tongue. ]
[ She wouldn't have been opposed to having him on his knees and taking her with his mouth again. Even so, she likes the way he confidently angles her hips, her arms going to his shoulders to stabilize herself. He waists no time guiding his cock to her entrance, and she moans as the heat of his head starts to part her folds. It's been a long time since she had a cock, and she's wet and ready, shuddering as he slowly rocks into her.
She brings her legs up to cross her ankles over his ass, body rocking in time with his. Her breasts crush against his chest, and one hand roves down to dig into the meat of his ass while the other tangles in the base of his hair, kissing him back just as hungrily.
It's so much easier to enjoy this knowing she's already won. And who knows if he'll be as kind or eager the next time, at least without help. Was this why some Fae took human lovers? He was so full of raw, burning want. It made her feel like a queen. ]
[ He manages to moan out the soft curse against her lips before deepening it even more, that hunger driving him on relentlessly. She feels so good around him, all tight wet heat sucking him in and his hips buck, pace speeding up now as he rocks into her. Feels the scrape of her nails against his scalp or digging into the soft flesh of his ass. It makes him shudder, relishing the sharpness of it and he groans again. Thrusting deeper, harder, faster - chasing how good it feels with single-minded abandon. ]
[ She lets her moans come as they will, sounds getting sharper has he hastens. He feels good, stretching her to full, moving fast enough she has to tighten her muscles to brace herself. It feels good. She almost wishes she'd thought to wet the counter, so she could glide more easily, but there would be a next time, she was sure.
Still, her heart is racing, aware the last of the spell is locking in. ]
Harder [ she whispers. ] Give me everything you have.
[ It isn't long before she's gasping, her cunt seizing and fluttering around his cock. But now matter how she moves or how good she's feeling, she hasn't told him to come, and so he cannot. ]
[ He chases it all the same, too caught up in the heat and feel of her so tight around him, in the building lust and need. She’s perfect, everything he was craving and he just wanted to lose himself in this. Enjoying each sound she makes, every shudder of pleasure. The way he can feel her clenching tight around him, chasing her own need in turn. He wants to give her that, wants to feel and hear her come undone as he fills her.
It has him fucking her harder, faster, deeper. He’s so focused on it that he hasn’t even realized just how far his own pleasure is out of reach. ]
[ He...wasn't bad himself. As much as she didn't want to admit it. Caught up like this, she finally gives over to the moment, moaning and whispering as she goes over the first time.
He keeps going. Of course he does. She strokes his hair, panting, whispering in his ear. ]
Again.
[ And he does, and just because she's curious, she whispers to him to finish her a third time.
Even as a fae, she is starting to grow tired now, and she sits back, cupping his face and guiding it to look at her. This is it, the final layer of the spell. ]
My sweet servant. You have listened so well, and so I will reward you. Come by me, and no one else, not even yourself, until you are released from my service.
[ it’s easy to lose himself in the heat and the pleasure and the tight, wet clench of her body against his as he fucks her. Chases both their pleasure. The feeling of her tight and coming around him is enough to steal his breath, make his head spin, push him onwards. His own release feels like its right there, one more thrust out of reach, one more deep rock of his hips. Or the next. Or the… But it keeps evading him, dangled like a treat he keeps desperately driving for even as she whispers to him to bring her again. And again.
By the third time, his legs are trembling, throat raggedly gasping for air, skin flushed and damp from the exertion. From the arousal that burns and burns like a relentless hunger just beneath the surface. He’s all but delirious with the need for her, the need to be buried deep, to fill her, to reach that pleasure at last, even as some part of him never wants this chase to end.
By the end, he’s begging in broken whimpers and pleas against her flesh, his mouth on her skin, his hands stroking, grasping. He can’t get enough, might never get enough, but he has to try.
Her words wash over him like a spell in themselves, wrapping around him like a noose and he finds himself nodding, even when his mind can’t fully make sense of them right now. It doesn’t matter - only she does, and whatever she wants, and he’ll give her whatever that is, but he needs… ]
Please, Mistress, please, I can’t…! I need…! Whatever you wish of me it’s yours, just let me…
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It had temporarily sated his hunger. Until it didn’t. Until she brought up the idea of his cock inside of her and his length hardened all the more at the prospect of that. Wanting to fee her tight and wet around his length as he thrust into her, or as she rode him, trapped as he was. He moans against slick skin, the sound vibrating against her as his tongue flicked roughly against her clit before pressing inside. ]
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[ She smiles as she says it, cheery and relaxed, sighing into the heat at her opening. Yes, better they did this first. A hand drifts to his hair, forgetting to be rough and just combing through it, nails grazing his scalp. ]
Let's see what you can do with your mouth. If you satisfy me, I'll reward you by letting you put that cock in me. It must be aching for me by now.
[ She gasps, fingers tightening in his hair. He really is good with his mouth, and climaxing once will relax her considerably. And he's near ready for the next step of her spell. ]
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He’d always been known as a skilled lover and this was no exception, especially with the attentiveness he adds to it, memorizing every sigh, every sound of pleasure or approval he wrung from her. Learning what she liked and where and then turning all his considerable skills towards bringing her as much pleasure as possible.
There was nothing he wanted more in the entire world right now than to satisfy her how she deserved. ]
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She lets him work for it, careful not to give too much praise or sound, but her gasps get closer together, pelvis shifting to press as flush as possible to his mouth, the pulls in his hair coming more frequent.
Finally she gasps, her other hand going to dig into the fleshy slope of his shoulder. She was close, and she isn't shy now in riding his face, thrusting her hips with a good deal of her strength. Her cunt flutters and clenches, trying to take in as much of his tongue as she can, breasts aching to be given more attention. She just channels it into rocking harder against him, pressing his face back into the chair until she arches, gasping to breathless silence as her orgasm washes over her, pulling his hair taught and leaving her breathless and much more hungry for what's to come next.
She lets herself regain her composure before she slides back to straddling his chest, cradling his flushed face as she backs up enough for her ass to press against his cock. ]
So polite [ She says again, mischief in her eyes this time. ] You listen so well, and perform so beautifully. [ She grinds her ass back, teasing that hardness. ]
What fantasies are speaking to you?
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He licks his lips, tasting the last drops of her on his skin even as his eyes lock on her face again. Her breasts hovering over him as she presses against his cock. He can feel the wet spot in his pants where he’s already leaked through the fabric with his need, but it’s still a distant awareness. His own wants are still secondary to hers. ]
I want to feel you, my lady. Want to give you pleasure. In whatever way you’ll have me. Please.
[ Because any fantasy would be good right now. All of them. He can’t even focus enough to pick one, when all he wants is her, in every way imaginable. ]
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All the sweeter because she feels the curse begin to stir. She sighs with pleasure and relief, stroking his hair as she looks down at him, aware his gaze keeps flicking to her bare breasts. ]
Me, then? However you can have me? However often I'll allow it? That would satisfy you?
[ She rocks back again as she says it, free hand guiding one of his to cup her breast, eyelids fluttering and moaning lightly for him as he does. She's much more sensitive now that she's come once, some hunger finally stirring. Or maybe it's just knowing that, after all these years, justice is so close. ]
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He’s already nodding even before she gets all the words out. Before she drags his hand to her breast, although he’s quick and eager to respond, touching and teasing and pleasuring her as she continues to rock above him. It’s mesmerizing, the throb of heat in his veins, the deafening pound of his pulse in his ears. It’s drowned everything else out.
He doesn’t even realize that there’s been magic priming him for just this all along. ]
Yes, my lady. Please let me have you?
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And no other? I would fulfill all of your desires?
[ She rocks harder, tracing a hand on his jaw, the other moving to encourage his hand on her breast. She has to lead him there, or the spell won't take as hard. One of the draw backs of being Lower Fae; but it could be off set by genuine desire, freely given. ]
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None of them seemed important any more. In fact, he’d forgotten all of them, so wrapped up in her spell, in her scent, in her heat, that she was the only thing looming before him.
And her words, they made that desire, that hunger real. How could he ever want anything else when she was right here, offering this to him? ]
Please. [ There’s desperation in his tone now, begging her. ] You’re all I want. All I desire is you.
[ He also has no idea how dangerous those words could be. ]
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It frightens her, a little, even if she is not controlled by it. But it is done. ]
You beg so beautifully [ she sighs, clutching his chin and surveying him, debating what to do with him. The first time, she thinks, should be something he aches for. ]
We will rise.
[ She sighs as she stands up, being sure to lift her skirt enough that he gets a good glimpse of her thighs and folds before she goes to kneel by his feet, undoing the cloth binds. She makes no move to touch his cock this time, rising to her feet and holding her hands out, not close enough for him to take, but in a beckoning gesture. ]
Now you may remove your trousers, and you may touch me as you please, but you may not enter me until I give permission.
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But then she’s moving away and there’s a very real sound of ache and loss as his eyes snap open again, tracking her movement. She doesn’t go far but the loss of that contact is devastating in its own way all over again. He craves her now so deeply he doesn’t even have words for it, just this demanding need that throbs as the very core of his awareness.
She frees his ankles and gives him the order to rise and he does, scrambling upright again, although he sways a little in his impatience. Feeling all too hot and yet oddly disconnected from his own thoughts. Too caught up in heat and lust to care that much, however, he’s quick to obey the commands that follow, eager to strip away the last of the things keeping him from her as he strips out of his pants. Unlike his other clothing, he’s not paying enough attention to his belongings now to care how they end up, which is how they just end up pooled on the floor, discarded, as he steps towards her. ]
Yes, Mistress.
[ He’s not really aware of the change in that title, either, although it seems to flow as naturally from his lips as the other had. But he reaches for her, hands sliding over her soft skin, even as those questing fingers go first for her breasts, the most exposed part of her right now. He steps in close, touches more of a caress than a return to the rough pleasure they’d shared a moment before. ]
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His change in title catches her attention. That wasn't her doing. Did the others slip that in there? Well, it wasn't a terrible idea.
He follows his orders eagerly. She sighs happily at the touch to her breasts, even as it occurs to her they also slipped in a little magic to help her enjoy this. Well, that was kind of them, even if she doesn't approve. Her breasts feel so sensitive, swollen and aching for attention, and his hands are large and tender.
She can feel his cock against her leg, and she reaches down between them, ghosting her finger slowly down his length before she pushes him between her legs, going on her toes so that his heat presses against the wet outer folds of her opening. ]
Convince me to invite you in, Servant.
[ She can smell herself on his face, this close, and it makes her cunt clench. The tightness of the corset bites into her, giving her just enough restraint to feel hot. Another suggestion from her friends. And here she thought it had just been to tease him. ]
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Please, Mistress, let me please you. Let me feel you around me. Let me make you feel good…
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[ There’s almost a laugh to it. It’s not quite his fault he’s so eager. But her eyelids get heavy, her own heat aching with how close he is.
She wraps her arms back around his neck, sucking the skin of his neck into a hard kiss, letting her hips slowly rock her slickness down his length and back again. It was almost mean, teasing him when he was already so desperate, but she wasn’t there yet.
And, she reminded herself, he deserved some meanness. Even if she’d prefer it with him less out of his mind. ]
I like you rocking against me like that. You’re so cute wound up like this.
[ She strokes his hair again, her other hand circling back to dig into his ass. Hmm. To have him standing, sitting, or at the bed. ]
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Besides, the way she slides against his length is driving him mad and he slides a hand down under her thigh to hook her legs around his waist, opening her up for him as he rocks against her wet heat, chasing the maddening tease of friction.
It doesn’t come close to sating the ache he feels, the need, but its better than nothing. ]
Whatever you wish of me, Mistress, it’s yours.
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Carry me to the counter, Servant, then remove my skirt, and if you are very good, I will let you enter me.
[ She kisses the underside of his jaw, licking down his neck, nails dragging lightly down his back. He's so wound up now, she's surprised he isn't whining in frustration or overstimulation. ]
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Her lips on his skin, the crape of her nails against his flesh have him giving a strained cry, low and breathless as his head falls back, exposing his throat to her as he gasps raggedly for air. It’s hard to focus, his body feels so hot, his cock aching for more, even as the rest of him is caught by the limitations she’d set for him. It’s a strange contradiction, how badly he needs her, and how badly he needs to obey her, serve her every whim.
But he lifts her fully in his arms at her command, carrying her to the counter as she’d bid. Hands are careful in stripping her skirt away with a reverence he hadn’t even paid his own belongings. It leaves her bared to him now, with only the corset remaining and his dark gaze drinks in the sight of her with a dark hunger that can’t seem to decide what he’d like to focus on first, when it comes to her luscious curves and beauty. he wants all of it. Wants to feel it, taste it, lose himself in it. ]
Please, Mistress…
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You are a good servant. Very obedient.
[ Would that last? Who knew. She was in no rush. ]
Since you've been so good, you may take me however you like. Show me how good you can make me feel, little human [ She tangles her fingers in his hair once again, urging him toward her, his cock already brushing against her thigh. ] But you may not come until I tell you to.
[ She pulls his face down to her, moaning as she smells herself on his lips. Aerith absolutely put something in that spell to get her hot like this. She would have refused if she'd been asked, but it was the right call. Tifa would have to thank her later. ]
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Mostly he was too distracted by the sight of her spreading her legs for him, his mouth going dry. If she hadn’t tugged him in by her grip in his hair, he might have forgotten himself and dropped to his knees to devour her again.
But the feeling of his cock sliding against the heated flesh of her inner thigh has his gaze going dark and hungry as a moan falls from his lips. His hands drop to grasp her hips, tugging her to the very edge of the counter, even as he steps in to get a better angle between her legs. One hand drops to his cock, guiding him to her as he slides the tip of it against her wet folds. Coating his skin in her slick and tormenting the both of them with the anticipation of drawing it out.
She pulls his face down and he goes, stepping in closer at the same time. His lips capture hers the moment he pushes inside of her, sinking into her slick, wet heat with a breathless moan. Hips buck, pressing deeper as he fills her, taking his time as he stretches her around his length in shallow thrusts that move further with every rock of his hips. His mouth is hot and hungry on hers, the taste of her still thick on his tongue. ]
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She brings her legs up to cross her ankles over his ass, body rocking in time with his. Her breasts crush against his chest, and one hand roves down to dig into the meat of his ass while the other tangles in the base of his hair, kissing him back just as hungrily.
It's so much easier to enjoy this knowing she's already won. And who knows if he'll be as kind or eager the next time, at least without help. Was this why some Fae took human lovers? He was so full of raw, burning want. It made her feel like a queen. ]
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[ He manages to moan out the soft curse against her lips before deepening it even more, that hunger driving him on relentlessly. She feels so good around him, all tight wet heat sucking him in and his hips buck, pace speeding up now as he rocks into her. Feels the scrape of her nails against his scalp or digging into the soft flesh of his ass. It makes him shudder, relishing the sharpness of it and he groans again. Thrusting deeper, harder, faster - chasing how good it feels with single-minded abandon. ]
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Still, her heart is racing, aware the last of the spell is locking in. ]
Harder [ she whispers. ] Give me everything you have.
[ It isn't long before she's gasping, her cunt seizing and fluttering around his cock. But now matter how she moves or how good she's feeling, she hasn't told him to come, and so he cannot. ]
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It has him fucking her harder, faster, deeper. He’s so focused on it that he hasn’t even realized just how far his own pleasure is out of reach. ]
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He keeps going. Of course he does. She strokes his hair, panting, whispering in his ear. ]
Again.
[ And he does, and just because she's curious, she whispers to him to finish her a third time.
Even as a fae, she is starting to grow tired now, and she sits back, cupping his face and guiding it to look at her. This is it, the final layer of the spell. ]
My sweet servant. You have listened so well, and so I will reward you. Come by me, and no one else, not even yourself, until you are released from my service.
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By the third time, his legs are trembling, throat raggedly gasping for air, skin flushed and damp from the exertion. From the arousal that burns and burns like a relentless hunger just beneath the surface. He’s all but delirious with the need for her, the need to be buried deep, to fill her, to reach that pleasure at last, even as some part of him never wants this chase to end.
By the end, he’s begging in broken whimpers and pleas against her flesh, his mouth on her skin, his hands stroking, grasping. He can’t get enough, might never get enough, but he has to try.
Her words wash over him like a spell in themselves, wrapping around him like a noose and he finds himself nodding, even when his mind can’t fully make sense of them right now. It doesn’t matter - only she does, and whatever she wants, and he’ll give her whatever that is, but he needs… ]
Please, Mistress, please, I can’t…! I need…! Whatever you wish of me it’s yours, just let me…
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